VioletI waited for him to respond or protest, but he stared back at me without saying a word.“More fires to put out?” his tone was wry, but I nodded.“It shouldn’t take me long. Give me two days.”“One.”I glowered at Theodore, and he grinned. “You like rushing me?”“Maybe I don’t want to miss you
" you know what happened, or lease I think you have a good idea of what Lucas has done. I've been marked--""What? That son of a --""And he's made it clear that he plans to take Darkmoon from me.""Are you sure--""Lily," I laughed, unable to help myself as I made it to our bedroom. I dragged out m
VioletHis howl was clear despite the growing storm, but I couldn't tell how far away he was. The world was starting to fade around me, yet I had never been more certain that I would be fine than I felt right then. I looked back toward the Donovan house and saw the Twining River wolves getting close
I woke up on a couch in a room I didn't recognize. My shoulder throbbed with pain; it was bandaged, and I was in clean, dry clothes. There was a document on the table and a single pen."How are you feeling?" I looked over at Theodore standing in the doorway.I struggled to sit up and nodded. "I'm fi
Violet"What the hell?" I almost yelled, backpedaling and slamming the door shut.I stared at the door for a moment, trying to process what I had just seen. My pulse was pounding, and I could still hear the echoes of her cries in my head. The image of Theodore fucking some random woman wouldn't leav
"I wouldn't mind--"I pushed him off. "I'm sure you wouldn't, but I do. Keep your distance, Theodore. I know what kind of man you are, and I'm not interested."He laughed. "You think you have me all figured out already, Violet?"I gestured toward the stairs. "You've made it pretty clear."Something
VioletI fell silent, staring at Theodore. It was... romantic in a way, but also spoke to exactly how spoiled he'd grown up. He sounded younger than I'd ever thought the infamous Theodore Nightshade of being. He was only two years younger than me, but right now, he seemed more like a teenager and a
I frowned, meeting his gaze in the mirror.“It's perfect for you,” he said softly. "Do you like it?""I think it's more a matter of if you like it.""You're wearing it.""I've never really cared much about what I wore." I shrugged. "So long as it was neat and presentable."He hesitated. "... was tha